Patrick

We'd teased each other for months.

Clarissa was built like a thirty-year-old Goddess at fifty and was the newest manager of my business bank. She loved wearing skirts and dresses that were always marginally inappropriate for the business setting. And heels! This woman wore four to five-inch heels every day. She had an amazing ass and was always flaunting her c-cup breasts that practically spilled out of whatever sexy blouse or dress she was wearing.

We flirted whenever I visited unless she was busy. Clarissa would scurry from her office and rub up against me like we knew each other. She'd wrap her arm around my waist and lay her head against my shoulder and wasn't at all worried about who might see. Getting to know her was my ultimate goal

One Friday evening, near closing time, she was on the phone but directed me to her with a curled finger. It wasn't unusual for her to ask me to come over and chat, but the way she did it was different this time. Upon entering her office, Clarissa motioned for me to close and lock the door. I knew something was up right then and there. I did as she asked and turned back as she whipped off her dress. She did this while putting her customer on speaker until she was naked. Then, sitting back down, Clarissa picked up the handset again like it was all perfectly normal.

Agog, like a teenage boy, I dropped to my knees and crawled under her desk to her open thighs. With Clarissa's desk nothing more than a glass-top table, I could see everything, including her desire, as she stared down at me. Quietly, I kissed my way between her supple legs until I was a tongue's length from her smooth, gaping puss. I sniffed her scent and blew softly on her opening, causing her to stutter a bit on her call. It seemed that she was as excited as I was, so I took it slow.

Reaching around Clarissa's back, I slid her buttocks forward in her chair. Pulling her to the edge, I moved closer, pushing her thighs further apart with my shoulders. Leaving my hands to fondle her firm glutes, I let my tongue diddle her belly button. My neck was pressed against her moist center as I drew circles about her lower abdomen, slowly moving south to the ultimate prize.

Clarissa was still chatting, but was losing focus as the goosebumps rose noticeably across her exposed flesh. Even her nipples were stiffening, and they were spectacular. I pressed my chin against her clit as I descended and wiggled it about, causing her to squirm even more. I could hear her voice cracking a little, so I backed away to keep her from screwing up her call.

Having a little fun was one thing, but messing with her job would likely have me leaving there with blue balls, and no one wanted that. Moving lower, I gave Clarissa another series of blows before pulling back and kissing her inner thighs alternately. I worked my way backward until I reached her knees as the conversation continued on.

I backed up further and lifted both of her bare feet to my mouth. Starting with butterfly licks around her toes left her twitching and squirming in her chair. Opting to concentrate on just one foot at a time, I placed Clarissa's left foot in my lap, right against my groin. Working her toes with a little more exuberance, I sucked and nibbled at them one at a time, starting with the little piggy. Still deep in her conversation, she dropped a sticky note down to me that stated, "Take off your clothes."

After taking off my shoes and socks, I unbuckled my belt and slipped off my jeans and underwear, then pulled off my shirt, leaving me as naked as her. Getting back to Clarissa's feet, I switched to the left one, as the right rubbed my cock and balls with gusto. I was already hard after she'd stripped, but now I was leaking a generous amount of semen, which she smeared up and down my shaft.

With both of our temperatures rising, I sucked and nibbled at her toes and feet more aggressively. This phone call of hers was going to end sooner rather than later, one way or another. Releasing her feet, I leered at her leaking slit and moved forward to see a rather large wet spot at the edge of her chair. As I moved in for my first taste, my hands caressed their way up Clarissa's outer thighs and up the sides of her torso, landing on those magnificent breasts with their rigid, fat nipples. I gently rubbed and palmed her breasts as I took almost imperceptible licks up and down her engorged labia.

I could tell that Clarissa was losing focus again. She reached down and pulled my chin up to see her face. She was almost pleading for me to either stop or finish her off. I couldn't tell which. Stopping momentarily, I found the sticky note that she had given to me earlier. I grabbed her pen from above and scribbled, "Can't stop, too good!"

Clarissa nodded her understanding and released my chin as she worked quickly to end the call. I kept my oral activities light until I heard the magic words come from her mouth, "Okay, I'll call you tomorrow after I talk to my manager."

With the click of her phone settling back into its cradle, I took a long deep draft from her little star to her clit. She moaned appreciatively at my work as I then drove my tongue into her slick and tasty puss. The back of her ankles pressed flagrantly against my skull, driving my tongue even deeper into her womanly folds as my hands found her nipples.

While I was eating her scrumptious snatch like a starving man, I heard a faint beeping above. "Yeah, we're still deep into things in here, and I'd rather get it finished up tonight. Otherwise I'll be doing this tomorrow night, too. Okay, see you tomorrow," Clarissa replied before hanging up.

"Hopefully, that will be the last interruption!" she replied while taking short breaths like a woman nearing orgasm. I had been lightly flicking her nips up until now but wanted to give her one of those skull-crushing peaks that left her well-sated. The crushed skull would be mine, of course, if I did things correctly. With that in mind, I pulled at them, but not so hard as to cause real pain, and with that, it all began.

It was a good thing that everyone else had left the branch because there was no way, short of being locked in the vault, that they wouldn't have heard her screams.

"Holy fucking fuck fuck fuuuccckkk!" Clarissa wailed as I felt my access to breathable air completely disappear. She flopped about but kept my head clenched so tightly that passing out was a real possibility. I moved my hands to her thighs and pulled them apart just enough to gasp in some air. After a couple of deep ones, Clarissa pressed my face back against her pussy, and I drank my flowing reward.

With most of her juices happily digested, I pushed her thighs up and back, exposing her cute little pink star to my view.

"Oh, you dirty bastard!" Clarissa exclaimed while I tickled her pucker with the tip of my flicking tongue. I worked to orally open her anal ring while slipping a finger into her juicy cunt. Breaking the seal of her backside, I pressed my slick digit inside her ass before moving up her torso to nibble on her fat nipples.

"This is a first!" Clarissa purred.

"Which part? Being fingered in the ass while I suck your nips or having sex in your office?" I inquired.

"All of it, you sexy bastard!" She growled before pulling my lips to hers for a tongue-filled kiss.

We sucked face and swapped spit while I continued to finger-fuck her tight little rectum. The continual flow of her juices dribbling across her pucker kept the penetration smooth and easy.

"Give me another," Clarissa panted while attacking my face and stroking my rigid prick.

I pulled out and slipped two inside her drooling twat, which was rather restrictive as well.  

"Mmmm," Clarissa cooed, then added, "Give me that a little bit longer, please."

I gave the Lady what she asked for and moved my thumb to her clit to give it a little love as well. Our mouths reconnected, and her stroking ebbed as she neared another chair-shaking acme.

Clarissa muttered into my mouth, "That's it, fuck me good, make me cum, you hot fuuuccckkk!" before coating my digits with her girly juices.

My mouth drifted downward to her leaking snatch and drank its juices while slipping those two slippery digits into her pucker. A couple of strokes in, and Clarissa was moaning whorishly while I plundered her anal cavity and sucked on her engorged pearl.

"God, you are a dirty fuck, aren't you!" she bellowed as another quake racked her sweaty form.

"You want dirty? How about an ass-full of my seed in your backside, my sexy little slut!" I countered with her body, still feeling the aftershocks of her last cum.

"Yes...I want that...so baddd. But not here!"

"Your place?" I inquired while still fingering and licking.

"Yesss," she cooed. "But first, I'm going to suck you dry. So let's switch positions right after I have another orgasm," she purred before the next one crashed over her like a warm ocean wave.

I continued to lap at her gushing pussy while she slowly slipped off the chair while pushing it backward and out of our way. Clarissa gradually pinned my face to the ground, smearing her crotch all over my face and neck while I continued to orally please both of her orifices.

"You're going to make me cum yet again, you wonderful lover," she uttered before depositing more of her tasty cum in my mouth.

Clarissa

I knew he'd be good because of his quiet confidence and serious bedroom eyes. The first week as the new manager was a hectic one, but in the middle of all the goings-on, Patrick appeared. He was silent but aware. He watched everything and saw the anxiety amongst the staff, most of whom he'd known for twenty years. When it was his turn, he spoke softly to the two tellers and they calmed at his words. He'd purposely waited until there were no more customers and spent time with each of them.

After speaking with them, Patrick walked over to the accounts service rep and sat with her for a while, too, sharing whatever magic he had with the others. I watched from my desk while fielding calls from my bosses and customers. A few minutes later, he approached my door, which was open, and he knocked softly. I was finishing up a call and worked to end it quickly because I needed to know what he'd said to them. I motioned for him to take a seat before saying my goodbyes to the latest caller.

I stared at him for a moment before standing and introducing myself. "Hello, I am Clarissa, the new branch manager," while extending a hand to him.

Patrick stood nearly as quickly as I did and took my hand with both of his. His gesture had an immediate calming effect on me, and his smile lit up my soul. "Patrick," was all he orated, but his eyes told me so much more.

We stared for over a minute before my phone beeped. I glanced down for a split second and noticed it was one of the employees ringing my extension. I picked up with my free hand, opting not to release his, and asked, "Yes, Shawn, how can I help you?"

After a minute of back and forth, during which my eyes never left Patrick's, nor his mine, I hung up and offered, "Please have a seat."

Our hands eased apart as we took our respective chairs, but still, our eyes were locked.

Another minute passed before I inquired, "Okay, how did you do that?" rather broadly.

"What exactly?" Patrick replied.

"How did you calm everyone in the bank, including me?"

"I just gave them my undivided attention, letting them vent while reminding them that nothing was different. They've all done this job for years, and there was nothing to fear from a new boss. Especially one that seems so on the ball," he responded.

"So, you walked in and assessed the problem in minutes and then took it upon yourself to correct it? Is that a fair statement?"

"Yes, I guess so, why?" Patrick questioned.

"Where have you been hiding all of my life?" I jokingly asked with a chuckle.

"It wasn't me that was hiding. I've been coming to this bank for quite a while," he said with a teasing grin.

"Oh, you and I are going to be great friends," I offered while reaching across the desk and laying my hand on his for a few fleeting seconds.

****

Right then and there, I knew that we'd be where we were right now. After recovering from my latest cum while riding his face, I had Patrick sit up in the chair. Taking his hard-on in my mouth to please him the way he'd been titillating me for the last half-hour or so, I noticed he was smooth down there without a hint of hair. I pumped his member in and out of my mouth haltingly. Running a hand up his torso, I pushed him to lean back with his ass still at the edge of the chair. I dragged the tip of my tongue down his pulsing pole and paused to slather his sac in my spittle.

I heard a soft moan escape his mouth while I coated and sucked gently on his manly orbs. While I mouthed his junk, I gradually spread his thighs in preparation for something that I hadn't done for a man in many years.

I let the tip of my tongue travel south and flick in between his parting glutes in search of his sensitive pucker. I don't care what any man says; if you're willing to lick him there, he will be more than happy to open his legs to get more.

I lazily stroked his leaking pole while my tongue flicked at his opening pucker. The more I dug into him, the further down the chair he slid to give me even better access to his opening. As my tongue swirled inside his anal ring, he let out an elongated soft growl before his cum began to spray up his chest and torso and all over my stroking hand.

"Damn, Clarissa! That was amazing!" Patrick praised while I pulled my hand away to lick up his cum while he watched. When my hand was clean, I lapped across his groin and abdomen to catch the streams running down his body. With most of his semen in my belly, I rolled my middle finger in the remaining globule before moving it downward.

With his legs still open and his pucker slightly gaped from my oral drilling, I smeared his seed across it before slipping my finger deep inside him.

"Arrgghhh!" he bellowed while squeezing hard on my intruding digit, which resulted in a surge of life from his previously shrinking manhood.

"It seems that I'm not the only one that enjoys a little finger-fucking in my backside," I needled while continuing to give it to him.

Our eyes met while we each stared at his cock as it grew from the anal stimulation. I tormented him by blowing across the tip of his prick.

"You call that a blowjob, Sexy?" was Patrick's answer to my tease.

"Well, I did blow on it, didn't I? But is it really a job if you love doing it?" I added before taking him down to the edge of my throat in one quick motion.

It had been a while since I'd deep-throated anyone, so I took my time easing Patrick in a little on and off. I wanted to feel his growing prick inside me so badly, but I didn't want to set a precedent for sex in my office.

Working his hardening dick slowly, I muttered, "Fuck it," to myself and stood up before slipping his stiff pole into my wanton puss. It was a slow descent, given that it'd been a while since I'd had one, but man, was it worth every inch!

"Don't think that you can just come into my office whenever you want and fuck me like this," I panted as he met me on every downstroke that I gave him. Within minutes I was coming again and swearing like a two-bit whore.

"Who's fucking who?" he teased, obviously feeling bold since he'd just cum and could hold out longer than I could at this point.

"Shut up and keep giving it to me," I pleaded while unable to hold myself up anymore and folding down onto his shoulder and chest. Patrick kept it up as I gushed across his groin and my leather chair while holding on tight and kissing him hard.

With the sudden rush of my fluids, Patrick slowed to a stop, and we kissed for some time. His hands gingerly traced my back from top to bottom. He caressed my buttocks while allowing for the intermittent fingering of my butthole, which only led me to grind against his impaled stick.

"Okay, let's get some clothes on and head to my house where you can take proper advantage of my dark passage on the comfort of my bed," I suggested.

That's when he did me in by sucking on my breast and pumping my needy cunt with his firm stick. Apparently, he was going to have all of me right here on my chair and I would be a more than willing victim. He pumped me hard and deep while swapping back and forth, sucking and biting my responsive nipples. It wasn't long until I was cumming again and dousing him with my liquid gratitude.

"Okay, I give. Lift me up, turn me around, and take my ass right here, you orgasm-dealing sexy fuck!" I ordered.

"No. I'll take you home now and take that tight little hole on your bed, just like you wanted. I only wanted to show you that you're not totally in control all of the time. However, this will be the last time that we do this here in your office. I don't want you to get in trouble with work just because we're a couple of horn dogs that can't keep from jumping each other," Patrick responded before pulling me in tight for another pulse-pumping kiss.

To be continued...